Herbalists' Cache You always had to love yourself, is this what you wanted

Etienne was feeling comfortable enough and confident enough to find his way to herbalist cache. There were so many plants here. It truly made his day. He slipped into the greenery and took a deep breath the musky sweet scent filling him with delight.

Golden eyes on many plants as he slowly began to gently pull out some. Making sure to leave enough to be harvested in the future and grow.

A soft sea shanty under his breath ashe worked. Bunch of golden shoulders. He had begun to fill out at home. He was no longer as lean amd range. Still feminisque, but qith a bit sturdier build.

Once they had escaped the clacking teeth of the wolves on the mountain, Nicodem had broken free of his partner and scouted south. The terrain shifted from territory to territory. In the distance, the young shadow could see the imposing cut of the mountain range. There were likely packs, nestled into the safe stones and vales that were protected by the rocky natural border.

As Nicodem sought the cache for shade, he did not realize that another worked nearby. When the shifting winds drew the scent of the stranger toward the shadow, he paused and stood stiff among the brush and undergrowth. The dark of his coat was concealed by the shade.

The other wolf gathered herbs. Nico wondered if he would open to sharing. A doleful expression took hold on his young face. The dark figure limped into view of the other wolf. From his lips fell a pitiful whine, as though he begged for assistance from any who might lend their aid.

Etienne could not remember a time a wolf had attacked him, well other than Anselm. And that had been an accident if the wolf's reaction was anything to go by. So he didn't quite know what other wolves could do to other wolves. Not yet.

Etienne was too enthralled in his workings. That he had no idea that another watched him as he worked. Or listened to the sea shanty of home.

Etienne was thrown from his thoughts and grew silent as the youth was suddenly there in front of him. A soft gasp.

Goodness. Look at you. You bein' okay? Etienne wanted ot step forward he could see some wounds, but it wasn't fully clear. He ghosted forward and then stopped and tilted his head. You be needin' assistance?

What wounds does he have if any?